Chapter 4: Pinhead
Okay. I don't
know how all of you are going to approve of the ending for this chapter. I don't also have much to say in this
chapter, so…
When I name Dave's foster siblings, it goes
boy/girl/boy/girl/girl/Dave.
Scott looked at his brother. "So are you taking this boy in, or
what?" He asked. "He's sixteen, so it isn't too late to save
him. I want him to have a better life
than I had when I was young. You
remember it!" Dave said. "All too well." Scott said. They had been
talking between cases for the entire shift, and now Weaver was letting Dave off
early. Just as Dave was getting out of
the lounge, he ran into the PI that had allowed Joey to stay with Dave. "Sean Ofarim claims not to have done a damn
thing." He said. "What?" Dave asked. "Sean cried buckets
of tears when he heard that Joseph was hurt." The PI said. "That's fake!" Dave said. "How would you know?" The PI
said. "Because I was abused by my own
father. I was seven, and Scott was 10 when
we watched him kill my teenage brother by drowning him in his blood, which was
thick in the bottom of the bathtub. I
watched as he took a bucket of that blood, my brother's body, and my remaining
brother and I out to the pickup and drove his body to an alleyway in
Brooklyn. I watched as he poured the
blood into the nasal cavities and throat to make sure it looked like he
drowned. Then the next day, with all
evidence destroyed, and all witnesses afraid to make a peep, he cried as hard
as you could see a man cry. Said
something to the effect of-" the PI cut Dave off. "Look, I-" "I'm not finished! Anyway, he said, and I quote 'If I ever catch the bastard who
would kill my son, my pride and joy, I swear to the God above, that he will
suffer and die by my hands, and only my hands'. I will never forget those words. Ever. The man who called himself
a father, isn't even on death row for what he did. At least he's in prison, because if that motherfucker wasn't I
swear to God I'd kill him myself. I'd
kill him real slowly, and make him feel what Matthew felt!" Dave growled, not realizing he was still
talking to someone. The PI took one
look at the young Doctor in his anger, and looked up at Malucci's brother. "This true?" He asked. "Every Goddamn
word." Scott growled. "Alright. We'll take your word for it, but we need to talk to the kid soon. When can you come to the station and talk to
us?" The cop asked. "Well, the soonest is tomorrow after my
shift. I'm working days this week, so
it should be about 2:30, unless I'm forced to cover for someone, but I can
sweet talk Weaver." He said. "Sweet talk me into what?" Kerry asked. "Letting me off at 2:30 tomorrow to take Joey in for
questioning." Dave said. "Sure. But, you will pay for it later." She said. "We'll see you then,
sir." The guy said, walking off. Dave punched out and walked out with Scott
and Dave. "Dave, I have to go to work
now, but I'll be off later. Do you mind if I come to see you later, or perhaps
tomorrow?" He asked. "Sure! We've got many a year to catch up on. I'll be seeing you, then?" He
asked. Scott nodded. They exchanged goodbyes and parted.
"So
that was Scottie?" Joey asked. "Yeah. He was always my best friend. You know, the only one you can trust, no matter what." Dave said, looking over at Joey. He pulled onto a highway that took them into
Suburbia. Joey looked confused, but
Dave seemed pretty confident that he knew where he was going, and that was good
enough for him. They pulled into a
house, with typical 70's architecture and design. There were the pea green appliances, save for a more modern
microwave, and of course those chrome 70's chairs, with the matching table, and
who could forget the oddly designed orange psychedelic flooring? Yes, there they were at Stefano and Camilla
Malucci's suburban home. The place
where Dave first arrived, riding in his new dad's Trans Am, driving down a
street full of curious children, every one knowing the news that had spread
through the neighborhood like wildfire. They finally pulled up to the house, incidentally painted Dave's
favorite color, green. There were five
other children waiting inside; Dave's new brothers and sisters. There were 3 girls and two boys. They ranged from oldest, 15, to youngest 10,
Dave's age. Giovanni, Enrica, Zaccario,
Laurie, and Natasha. They all looked at
him wide-eyed, especially after hearing his story. Dave hid behind Stefano, afraid of what they would think, afraid
of where his brother was, afraid of what they all would do. Finally, Zaccario stood up and walked behind
his father. "Hi! I'm Zac! You're Dave, right?" He
asked. Dave smiled a toothy grin, and
nodded. Maybe things wouldn't be so
bad.
"C'mon. I'd like you to meet my parents. Not the biological ones, the adoptive
ones." Joey nodded his 'I know', and
Dave opened the front door. His dad,
skinny as a rail was laying in the chair, his finger stuck on the remote button
for the tv. Dave smiled. Things sure haven't changed much, have
they? His mother was cooking
dinner. "Mamma?" He asked. She jumped, her graying black hair swinging about her face. "Oh, Davey! I didn't hear you come in! I
hope you're hungry. I had to clean out
the fridge, and so I made enough food to feed a small army, but not your father,
and your siblings. No way!" She said. "Wake your father up, honey." She said, after she kissed him on the cheek. A Russian blue kitten was carried into the room by a large black
lab. The two pets had actually become
friends, unlike most cats and dogs. The
dog licked Joey's knees, causing him to giggle slightly, and then it lay down
on a large rug on the floor, the kitten curling up on top of it. Dave smiled and noticed a tennis ball with
dried dog slobber all over it. An evil
smile came across his full lips as he picked it up. "Rise and Shine, Papa!" He said, gently tossing the ball. The dog caught site of it and threw the cat off as it landed on top of
Stefano, tipping his La-Z Boy over. Stefano jumped up, his long grey hair flying about his face. "What the Hell? Are you playing games with me Camille?" He asked, realizing that Dave and a younger man were laughing
hysterically at him. "Hi Daddy!" Dave said, rushing forward and hugging his
dad. "David." Stefano said. "Who's
this?" He asked, referring to
Joey. "This is Joey Ofarim. He's a patient of mine, that I've kinda, um
takenhimundermywing." Dave said. "What!?!?!" Stefano asked. "Boys! Time for dinner!" Camille said, breaking up the brewing argument. Joey followed Dave, and Dave pointed to a
chair where Joey could sit. Camille had
fixed macaroni and cheese. Dave didn't
care for mac and cheese, unless Camille made it. She eyed the younger man, who was a little odd, but no weirder
than her own children. He was obviously
hungry, and apparently didn't notice their stares, or wasn't bothered by
them. "This is Joey, mamma. He's sixteen, and a patient of mine. I took him in yesterday." Dave said. "Hello, Joey." She said, proud
that her son had this much love and care. Joey put down his fork and wiped his face. "Hello, Ma'am. Sir." He said to Dave's parents. Stefano eyed the boy down even more. Joey looked down, ashamed for his
appearance. He knew that Stefano,
although futuristic, was also conservative. The 'hawk wasn't getting him far, and neither were the piercings. He didn't look back up until Dave put a hand
on his shoulder. He looked up, but
tried to avoid Stefano's analyzation. "Come into the living room. I'll
worry about the dishes later." Camille
said. Joey went into the living room
and tipped the La-Z-Boy back upright, hoping that he'd score some points with
Stefano. Dave motioned him over and he
sat in between Camille and Dave. He
folded his hands in his lap and looked down towards the floor. "Dad? You're a lawyer. I need you help
in getting custody of Joey." Dave
decided to be outright. HE knew that if
his dad turned him down, and his mom couldn't change the answer, that Joey
would end up being beaten to death by Sean Ofarim. "Hmmm…" Stefano said,
still eyeing the boy. "D-Don't worry
about it. Please. I'm not much to worry about, really." Joey said, believing it to be true, which it
wasn't. Stefano looked at the boy, who
was on the verge of tears in his self-loathe. Dave leaned over and put an arm around Joey's young body. "Shhhh, Joey., That's not true. When I
was in your position, I believed it to be true as well, but it's not. It's not true!" Stefano heard Dave whisper. Joey leaned over and laid his head on Dave's shoulder. The kid looked so innocent and sweet. "Well, what's the case?" He asked. "Dad, Joey here's in the same place I was when I first came here to live
with you. His dad abuses him, although
not to the extent that I was, it's still ritual, and often with weapons such as
glass and golf clubs." Dave said. Joey's eyes filled with tears as awful
memories were brought back to him. "Please, dad. Just help me get
him out of that home, before he ends up getting beaten to death, like…just
like…Matthew." Dave said. Camille hugged her son from across
Joey. Joey squeezed out and walked to
the front door. "Excuse me,
please." HE said, politely, and then
exiting. He sat on the porch steps and
put his head in his hands, sighing. Why
did I get attached? I know that I'll
never be allowed to live with Dave. Ever. I can tell that this
fucking hair and these fucking holes in my ears and nose and tongue and navel
and all that shit are never going to get me very far. Stefano will turn me down. I guess that I should never have went to the ER. I should have stayed home instead. He thought to himself. He brushed his tears away and looked up at
the sky. Somewhere, his mother was up
there, trying to help him. She tried to
help him on the night she was killed. But his dad had pushed her in front of that El train. He knew it, but was terrified of saying
anything. A ten-speed was heard clicking up the driveway and he looked up to
see a girl on a black bicycle. "Hey! Are you new in town? I haven't seen you here!" She said. She had long, curly black hair, and looked like a punker goth. She wore a tight-fitting Anarchy Babydoll
shirt, and baggy black JNCO's. She was
slender, and wore glasses, but he found her beautiful nonetheless. "Oh, No. I'm from the City. Never really
been here before. I'm Joey, by the
way." He said. "I'm Alex. Nice to meet you!" She said,
shaking his hand. Joey motioned forward
for her to sit next to him on the porch. She flung her bike down and took the offer. "So, Why are you here, at the Malucci house?"
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